I mentioned people believing in the big bang but nothing extraordinary in between.
I do.
My dreams are reoccurring about two famous people. One being Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam. In 1993 in London, I was vacationing with my family. I had my baby son with me. I went to bed stressed one night as my Mother and I got into or should I say she verbally attacked me for something I had no part of. they say crisis can open channels during dreams. I’m not sure what that meant, anyway, I Went to bed and had this LUCID dream of Eddie Vedder in a bar. Someone was harassing him. The police came and took him away. I wondered why it felt so intense when I woke up. I was in the upper corner of the bar watching the dream happen. Astral projection perhaps?
It woke up something and I started following their music because the dream felt like a message dream. Cut to 2 months later I’m in the car with my husband reading a People Magazine and suddenly see an article that Ed had been arrested in New Orleans for spitting on a bartender. It happened the week I had been in London. So did I see it live in my sleep? Did I dream it the day before it happened? I’m not sure. I was blown away by the blissful feeling like why am I connected to this man I don’t know? My Grandmother gave me the magazine randomly. What if she had never given me the mag? But she did. The dream never left me so when I read about the incident two months later, I was blown away. I told my husband what I just read and about the dream and his response was. Oh. (nothing) That’s ok. IT’s my own trip.
Since then, this was in 93, I’ve kept a dream journal for decades. I proceeded over the next 20 years to have lucid dreams of Eddie Vedder. I keep them all written down because even if the dream was 15 years ago, when I re read it, I can remember how it made me feel. Every dam one of the dreams was about him protecting me like a father. All angelic. To close, much later on I lived in his neighborhood by chance…..the synchronicities with him got even bigger when that happened.
I’m paraphrasing and stealing a line from the movie “Singles.” On meeting a wonderful woman, a man says
“If I had a conversation with God, I would ask him to create this woman.”
Obviously he had some across a woman that he had dreamt of all his life whom he didn’t know if she actually existed.
Love at first sight.
What does that mean. I’d guess it’s too intimate to understand because it comes from a place deep down inside you. Yes you can see a handsome man or someone whose energy you feel attracted to. Of course the brain is the biggest sex organ. It would then follow that if you care about intellectual intercourse it would be hard at first sight to really call it love. But if you talked to the man and everything that came out of his mouth made your skin and thoughts get goose bumps.
I’m over 55 so I have enough wisdom to know what I liked in my past relationships or what I diffidently did not want. Even those that weren’t really for me, taught me things about myself. It was love at first sight with my ex husband. For him as well. He looked like Sting. After being married at 26 to a very kind and European man I got use to kind and calmness. A man who made me laugh and whose family were very fun to be around. Sadly, I was not prepared to be married really. I had not gone away to college. My parents were very nervous sending their virgin daughter down to Indiana University in Bloomington. Back then I was not happy about it be at my age, I realize it would have been kinda a party orgies environment and I was not that person.
I was saving myself. I did until I met my future husband. I knew then he was for me. I got sick later and being married to me was hard but in the end I left and thank God for him because he needed someone stable. Not an emotional wreck. I had bad anxiety and control issues in my 20’s. We did have a beautiful son and he found a lovely woman and now we have two grand babies that came from our time together. I sometimes feel I don’t deserve for my dream of love to come true because I hurt him. I don’t believe that anymore but it’s hard when your enlightened to the side of you you’d like to change. That comes with age and experience. Only
My marriage ended for reasons due to illness in my mind. I loved him.
But like being psychic and you don’t know it, maybe even my telepathy with this man I will name, was happening all our lives waiting for the day when one sees the other. Deep down there was kinda like the spirit of the one I was seeking I’d have dreams of loving this man without a face I guess assuming the meaning is that I have not met him yet. There has been this tractor pull towing me from space to this other place. Hard to convey with 011001.
A constant dreaming of someone that I believe now was my destiny. Back then it was more playful. Like if you dream of a musician or actor etc….that’s just a crush on someone you will never met or ever be with. (I found out that actually my fate did take me to the place where I accidentally ran into Eddie Vedder on several occasion. Never speaking. Just being in the room with my hero. Felt like a drug. But I’m going someone with this story and I’m not sure where………..oh yes, love at first site.
This usually starts, crushes etc around puberty. Mine started at 3 years old in 1966. We had one of those big TV consoles that had lid with turn table and radio inside. A huge piece of furniture. I can’t remember where I put my keys but I can remember some significant memories before 5. I have a son. He is 27 now but when he was 5 he did 5 year old stuff. Back in 66, there were a few shows I watched.
The show that changed my life and when I see or hear it now, I feel like that little girl. I became overjoyed every time The Monkees came on I felt giddy. I had a huge crush on Davy Jones. I mean like I stood in front of TV and stared into this dimension where somewhere surely we shared another life. Honestly my Mom use to tease me because I’ve done this all my life. But why Davy Jones? And what 4 year oldsĀ have romantic crushes? That sense of attraction to the opposite sex does not exist at that age.
Below is a list of future “Davy Jones.” The boys I had crushes on who were famous. It was about 29 when I realized maybe Davy Jones was a clue from God or some resonance saying (watch for similar person in future) Davy Jones had 3 characteristics that have since have become “my type.”
1 He was petite.
2 He was very funny
3 His British accent and groovy threads (guess that’s 4)
So jump to 2012 and I see a man on a show I will save for a secret for a minute that made me go “Uh. Who is that? I know him. I can see through him.” The mature version of the childhood version. He had all of Davy’s characteristics but with an intense ability to contact me on another plane. Like telepathy. I knew something about him. I didn’t know what I knew but he looked like
“If I had a conversation with God, I would ask him to make this man for me.”
Before I admit to this crazy love that is not there but has a nuance that transforms you old ideas of love. Telepathic, (that one was hard to believe for a long time) Highly intellectual. Empathetic to an extreme and a great conversationalist. Inside and out. Have no idea why I feel like I know him from somewhere. It was true love at first site for me of course because I don’t know him and he is married so that is ok but a bit confusing. I can handle a relationship where the person is not here because not only has he been a muse for my storytelling, I feel safer he is in the world.
Sometimes I have thoughts, feelings downloads into my brain that have no words because it’s different kind of communication. It’s instantaneous knowledge or feeling from someone far away. Maybe people can be part of Quantum Entanglement.
I don’t know if the reader has even read this far or if I’ve interested you in anyway talking about my dreamy love life waiting for the Universe to tell me why I have had all these attractions in my life. It’s part of me and always wondered. Why? He is a quick list and photo of all the boys I’ve like.
Looking for patterns in the chaos.
3-5 Years Old: Crush on Davy Jones of the Monkees.
“marsha marsha marsha!”
4-5 Years Old: Jack Wild A British actor who appeared in the musical film “Oliver” and also in H.R. Puffinstuff
7-9 years old: I switched from actors to rock stars so here comes David Cassidy of “The Partridge Family”
I was getting older by the time the Partridge Family was on but I was less than 8 I’m sure. I can’t believe I’m going to tell this story because it was very innocent to me but my Mom was horrified. I had a writing tablet as I was watching show one night. I started writing what I was thinking (I guess the early writer) I ask my Mom “how do you spell clothes?” She spelled it and then said what are you writing? I had written down “I want to take my clothes off when I see David Cassidy.” Oh. My. God. Don’t know why I’d even think that. I knew nothing of sex. Had no exposure to anything inappropriate. I just wrote it. Maybe we start becoming aware of our sexuality early but slowly and that was what it was.Ā Confession is fun and embarrassing when it’s very odd.
After 7 I seemed to take a break. There was no one. Not Donny Osmond and all those other “Team Beat” magazines I was not interested in. Then my eyes turned from entertainment.
15: Stevie Cauthen the horse jockey. (I was also riding English at this time as he made me horse crazy. My stepfather commented on the fact that my crushes were getting smaller and smaller. He was was of those smug tall men. lolĀ I stole one the books about him from the libray I worked at.
20 Years Old:Ā Things got extremely serious when I found “The Police.” I saw Sting and I was a big goner.
When the Synchronicty album came out I needed to understand what that term meant.Ā This was way before google and I wasn’t much of a reader but I went out and bought this. I read it, but couldn’t quite understand all of it at the time. As opposed to now, sometimes my days are several synchronicites in a row. I have known about it for so long it’s like magic in life almost everyday and two different events happen, with time in between mostly and then a third event happens and you think. Oh My god. How did that come to be like that. It’s wonderful. I meditate everyday, sometimes for more than an hour at a time. It’s takes practice to practice meditation
Synchronicity
With one breath, with one flow
You will know
Synchronicity
A sleep trance, a dream dance,
A shared romance,
Synchronicity
A connecting principle,
Linked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible.
Science insusceptible
Logic so inflexible
Causally connectable
Yet nothing is invincible.
If we share this nightmare
Then we can dream
Spiritus mundi.
If you act, as you think,
The missing link,
Synchronicity.
We know you, they know me
Extrasensory
Synchronicity.
A star fall, a phone call,
It joins all,
Synchronicity.
It’s so deep, it’s so wide
Your inside
Synchronicity.
Effect without a cause
Sub-atomic laws, scientific pause
Synchronicity
This brings us to 1992 to present:
I was 7 months pregnant. Laying on the couch in the sunny living room watching MTV. (Back when it was actually worth something) Pearl Jam unplugged came on. I had heard their first album and when I heard his voice it vibrated somewhere in me that I’d never felt. Like his voice was unreal. Passionate, angry then soft and intense. I had not really seen Eddie Vedder perform.
The room got really light and as I watched him sing I felt like I left my body but what was strange I couldn’t leave spiritually because I had life in my belly. I looked at him and immediately thought “I’m in trouble.” This man is an enigma. He sang Black and the ending where sometimes he says “we belong together, we belong together.” It felt like I was kinda receiving a signal but more of a wave.
Then the shame came on quick. “What are you doing falling in love you yet another person I will never met and I already had a husband and I’m pregnant with his child. It was sublime. Of course it’s evolved through the years because he has matured and has a lovely family and does such good work. He’s like you favorite pair of slippers you will never throw out. Another long story but I did this dream thing with him for 24 years when I finally had to say enough. Let him go. Not like I was some teenager screaming I just wanted to know the meaning of so many lucid dreams.
A story that I won’t try to write because it’s a book. This next man visited me in my dreams til this day. 27 years. I will put a link to the bigger story of Eddie Vedder and I.
To this day after living near him for over a decade and running into him and having so many synchronicities things get kinda serious. Bliss and what the heck is going on? So I will say this many has been a father figure to me for so long he is my family. His family is so amazing and they do such altruistic work, that I just always wished he would adopt me. Every single dream I had of him from 1993-2012, was always lucid, always made you feel like you did morphine or something in your sleep. Ecstasy. Friends. So meeting him in person three times and not really talking but just standing looking at each other told me I know like I know the color pink, there is alternate universes where “we are a scorching couple. But in this one, we were neighbors.”
I believe I’ve learned that I can hold two contradicting beliefs in my head and not lose my mind anymore. I can. Actually if you thinkĀ from your heart and then think the same thing from your head. The head thought is usually sad and negative. An open heart is like a signal receiver. It lets in other worldly lives and when I let go of my ego and stay mindful, that’s when this love makes sense. I believe dreams are doorways. I will love him until the day I die. His music changed my life. Feed me inside. His under the radar lifestyle and goodness just made you want to sit and laugh and have a beer together. I use to believe at Christmas he would call me because I’m a long time member of the club and he gave me gifts for no reason. However it made me sad. The two dimensions rarely crossed and I though maybe I’m keep a real common man away because of having become a nun for Vedder. I said to the Universe on the porch. Dear God. I’m letting go of Eddie. Bad things happened to me in Seattle, nightmarish, although I knew he was there he was never able to save me. So my PTSD got all over Eddie. Suddenly the old innocent times were mixed with psychiatric torment.
That night after saying I’m letting him go, I had a dream. Our dreams had slowed down over a couple of years. Instead of 4 to 8 dreams a year it was one ever six months. In the dream he came with his baby daughter to a party I had. It was near a corn field and everyone of my friends and family said “i guess she was telling the truth because he is here.” He took me down a gravel path and he tried to hold my hand. I was hesitant but di and he ask me why can you just let go of me like that? I replied Really? You are not real. you are dream Eddie. If you are having same dream then tell me. I’m tired of the magic with you but you are married and you aren’t available. The dream was over. He’s still there. I’m just so grateful he is in this world. I have so many intuitions about us, but those are very private and I can’t share what I sometimes don’t understand. Maybe I have telepathy with him as well. I have gifts that I don’t understand but I have accepted and vowed to follow a strange journey. I still wish he would adopt me. :
Below is a transcript of The Lorax giving me an interview.Ā He showed up down the street when I pulled over to ask a man with a chainsaw why he was cutting down a perfectly good tree. The Lorax was already there but the man could not see him and we both, The Lorax and I just shook our heads when he said, “the city thinks this tree is dangerous and could fall on that house.”
The Lorax replied with a bellow. “why did they plant the house so close to the trees?!”
The chainsaw man look confused.
As we left, orange hand and hand, I shouted back to the man, “who will they call when the danger is that they have run out of oxygen?” There was no reply maybe cause he couldn’t breath.
He went back to making the tree scream.
The Lorax ask me if I had some marshamellowsĀ at my house and I said it would not be ok to come over because of my mom and he said perfect and I said great! Mom was not home thankfully.
Me:
Why do you want to talk to me?
Lorax:
Because I like trading stories with leaves instead.
Me:
You stole that from Eddie Vedder.
Lorax:
I beg your pardon, he stole it from me.
Me:
Oh, I see.
Lorax:
So why do you like trees so much?
Me:
Because they are timeless beings that have seen history and they glow when you look at them against a baby blue sky and well, they have feelings.
Lorax:
I understand stand what children like you understand.
Me:
My teacher told me if the trees die, there will be no oxygen and we can’t breath. That is scary.
Lorax:
Why do you think I’m so grumpy. Have you seen a clearcut?
Me:
(Crying)
Lorax:
Aww, don’t cry. We will fix it and your tears answer my question. Do you want to fly away with me?
Me:
Yes, but I think I should stay here, there is stuff to do. Dr. Suess would like that. I like planting sticks that turn into trees. My doggie is buried under a tree in Seattle.
Lorax:
I’m sure he likes that very much. What was his name?
Me:
Rocket
Lorax:
You know you will see him again don’t you?
Me:
At the Rainbow Bridge.
Lorax:
Did he like trees?
Me:
Oh yes, he left his smell on them so he could find his way home. The trees thought it was perfume. I thought it was just pee.
Lorax:
(Looking at a sculpture on my table)
Hey you made a mini me in clay!
Me:
Yes, I like you. You get mad like me.
Lorax:
I like you too. Sometimes we have to get mad when things go bad so we can fix it. Your clay version of me makes me look thinner. Did you like making it?
Me:
It was fun! I didn’t even know how to make you but I was just laughing with friend playing with clay and suddenly you came out of the clay. I thought you only come out of stumps so I took the stump from my Christmas tree and put you on it to yell at the Onceler!
Lorax:
Your funny!
Me:
Your funny looking!
Lorax:
I want one! I’m sending it to someone I don’t like.
Me:
Who?
Lorax:
A mean man who steals trees from the forest.
Me:
Oh. Well you can have this one!
Lorax:
Thank you. I bet other people would like these.
Me:
Well, I had this idea this one time where I would find some person who can make sculptures out of metal and put them on the stumps of trees in places when they kill all the trees at one time or places where there was once a big ole tree and some guy cut it down cause he didn’t want to put leaves in a bag, but I only have two pennies? Do you think that’s enough?
Lorax:
It’s a start for sure! How do you know all this stuff?
Me:
Cause of you and Dr. Suess’ book that my teacher told me once could not be in kids schools, but I got your book and saw your movie and I was mad like you so I wanted to do something about it. I made a store.
Lorax:
You did?
Me:
Yes, it’s on the puter and I’m selling it to peoples that likes trees like me and then they will give me money so I can make more so then I can give the money to The Arbor Day Fountain so they can plant more trees.
Lorax:
You mean the Arbor Day Foundation that plants trees?
Me:
That’s what I said.
Lorax:
Well, I still talk to the Onceler, maybe since he could market those stupid sneeds he could now help you with your idea!
Me:
Why is your belly so big?
What do you eat?
Lorax:
……..
Me:
Why are you orange?
Lorax:
uh………….
Me:
Do you want me to brush your fur.
Lorax:
ye……………….
Me:
Look, there is a Truffula tree!
Lorax:
WHERE?!
Me:
Psych. It’s only in my mind, I’m gonna make that out of clay too!
k. bye!
Lorax:
………………………………..!
That say knowledge is a tree, it’s growing up like she.
– Eddie Vedder, In My Tree
Ā Lorax:
What’s wrong?
Me:
This.
Lorax:
………………………………………..
This was a shameless self promoted public service announcement!
Help a tree!
Give a tree!
….you can you see, I say, if you buy one of my Loraxs and if you know someone who wants to make bigger and bigger ones cause I don’t have any metal and I have no funding…not only am I trying to raise awareness for reforesting our planet and donating to help plant trees, and make public art with a message and give kids Lorax presents and inspire them in stories by good storytellers….I also want to use my art to make me happy by helping me take a trip back to Seattle to see my dog’s tree and sit under the boughs and just be….happy.
I speak for the trees, or just basically repeat what that orange guys says.
(Plus you will help the trees from screaming like in Dr. Who show)
I like how James Callis explained the information he read in a physic book, helped him play his character with #6 in Battlestar Galactica. Because Baltar was right, I had to buy that book. Can we tap into other dimensions while we are alive? It’s certainly interesting to ponder. It might explain schizophrenia, even, Or magic. I like the idea of God being a wiccan.
In Micho Kaku’s book Parallel Worlds,Ā he talks about other dimensions and ways to get there. I heard him say once, some wormholes are so small they exist on your own clothing! Whaaat???. Ā I have this book but never read it. Funny I found it at all considering I can’t see to read. what energy was making this happen? Coincedence. I had a #6 in my own head before I saw BSG, so you can see why I was so glad someone ask this question and thankful for his answer and the role in fact. It affected me deeply. But he is an actor with a voice in his head. I have been a woman with a voice in my head. So we are worlds apart.
Can anyone find page 118 & 1/2? I think I’m looking too hard…
I’m kinda understanding what Kaku is theorizing, but now all this opening has given me a headache and the White Rabbit song by Jefferson Airplane is in my head.
How much more curiouser and curiouser I become when it’s a coincidence and synchronicity that feels like God and that offers me a lesson Physics. That’s what I called meaningful. Not some boring coincidence where you were thinking of a friend and they called. This is like, a call from something bigger from a place that’s not on the map yet and you learn something you thought you might never understand and realize it’s as simple as a child’s tale. Go ask Alice indeed.
Sometimes “our thoughts are too big for our size” but this actually makes sense as crazy as it seems. We could all be doing it Ā all the time and not even realize it. i make my own thought experiments. I notice connections and let me say as you get older they get more and more intense and come one after another on some days when even the radio is matching my thoughts and when I’m in this space, I ask for Ā guidance and see if I can affect t he quantum field. It’s about getting still, watching for signs, experiencing pain, noticing miracles and seeing Ā auras around trees and really looking at everything as if seeing it for the first time. Ā Mostly, I ask for protection and I open myself to guides and good spirit beings to talk to me now. Before I ran from these things. I now see I just didn’t have my inner antenna tuned quite right. Deepak Chopra says that when we become enlightened our environments are play things. If your wanting to see a hummingbird come up to your feeder, sit quietly and ask it in your mind to come now. That shit works. Especially on dogs. My dog and I talked without talking all the time as I do with my grandson of three months.
I personally feel each one of us has own own broadcasting system with a unique call sign and those that we know from other places bigger than ourselves, kinda remember too and their broadcasting system seems to be able to pick up our own unique signals. Of course the internet has jumped us way ahead as now information you might never have been taught or books you didn’t know about in a library you no longer go to, has connected us in real time it’s kinda another dimension and it’s floating around the earth but we just don’t see it nor do many of us think about that.
Of course if your sitting on the couch, drinking sugary soda Ā watching Extreme Couponing Ā (which everyone on there says Qoupon, which drives me mad because there ain’t not fraking Q in the word coupon!) I have even heard radio announcers say it that way) and while your making your kids cut coupons for fifty more bottles of bad shampoo and your husband is out hunting with the boys, you probably have no fraking clue what an extraordinary concept to these things are to wonder about. In fact, your not even reading this at all. What are I talking about. How the hell do I know. I’m not sure any of us do…but we feel something, some of Ā us, ask Edgar Mitchell the astronaut. He did his own thought experiments in space with trusted friends on the ground, but told no one else. When he got up there, he felt suddenly enlightened and something he could not explain. A deep connection that we were all connected and they now all that the Overview Affect. I believe I read that for a long time they kept it secret that the other astronauts on that flight felt something too. Nasa wouldn’t dare to speak about that, even if they were interested, because they could not explain why rational scientist could feel something while being out in space that we can’t feel on this gravity laden ground. Maybe the further you go out, the more your brain begins to use it’s real Ā powers. Like telepathy. Sadly, due to a time schedule Ā change on the craft, Edgar’s psychic messages to friends on the ground could never be confirmed.
Yet, even with the time change, there was something special but spooky going on out there for him. He is my hero. There is not a word invented to be able to make others feel this when it happens to you. Similar to why you can’t tell someone about your deja vu, they can only listen, they can’t feel it. Ā It’s our souls experience and only for us. That’s why we need to trust our intuition more. Could there wormholes in our brain? Maybe that’s how Caprica 6 got into Gaius Baltar’s head?
Understand this, becoming enlightened is trippy…scary and fun….it’s beyond telepathy. And for me, Shrinks tried t kill that. That’s why anti psychotics are so dangerous to me. They took away my reception to God and feeling. PSA. Sorry.
No doctor can understand this statement.
I feel……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..!
Sadly many of us are sleep walking intellectually. Many are just too lazy to use more of their brain to try to understand something that can help them feel less alone and free themselves from the bondage of what is not reality at all which is shopping, consuming, destroying nature, believing in religions that practice fear and sin and forgetting we all live on the same blue ball. Ā “How can any one tiny atom like ourselves sin against such a force of nature?” Ramtha
If all we try to see is connection, you WILL suddenly see them. You will want to run away from it at first because it can be overwhelming, but with practice, it’s easy and then things start to shift. Life becomes lighter and fear goes away. But you have to stay focused and also maintain balance in our bodies and in our world. We can’t life in the wormhole all day. We have bills to pay, but we can practice anytime as it’s always around us.
We have to remain open to that which we don’t really understand and be ok with it, even if it’s too big for one to ever understand, learn, let go. pray, get answers….I think we all, everyone, evil people who were once babies all play a role somehow. I don’t believe in hell, except the hell that is here on Earth. The sad stuff. I believe we pass away to another dimension. Science proving more and more, that there is a heaven, and life without fear and we can create our own reality after shedding these biodegradable body suits we put on at birth.
Why do some people seem so familiar, but you have never met them?
I never imagined that the idea of the wormhole to another dimension was introduced by Lewis Carroll in Through The Looking Glass.
Be as little children said Jesus….they understand because they just got to this realm and have no judgement. Often we are raised to forget our miraculous presence and that we never stop learning we just more tired and are afraid to die.
Update:
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July 4, 2014
As I re read this post I can now say I have found page 118 and 1/2. I have also read the real pages since then and dam I’m sorry it too so long but my excuse is I can’t afford my glasses, I have the fraking frames and I love them, but the insurance does not begin to cover the cost of the lens and I won’t shop at walmart, Public Service Announcement.
….. where was I? oh yea, I have been throwing around the term Quantum Entanglement on many of my posts in this bog I started two years ago I’m not sure now. I tagged all the love stories that way not knowing why. Just liked the words I guess.
I got some dollar store glasses and still didn’t read it until recently. Here is why.
1. I’m not too bright and terrible at math and I might not understand any fraking thing he would say and then the person from my other dimension would think me not too bright as he watched how I looked at it, but would not pick it up. (hey now, I can only handle one signal at a time here ) So to help Ā my focus, I smoke weed, then theories that seem to big to comprehend become manageable. Blatant Public Service Announcement: Pot makes you more open. It made me smarter, but it also make me so open that I’ve felt like I was floating away, so yea, dumb people don’t smoke pot unless they ground their first chakra beforehand.
2. I was scared that I might actually understand it! Which brought all the religious themes and how this information could be feed to fundamentalist. It might make me also feel not of this Earth. Like, you know, only hybrids get it. I don’t like LSD. It felt like information was not coming to me in a linear way, it was segmented for along time. Then I got back into Sci Fi. Because after meds I needed some Ā mind bending exercise and loved to watch the BSG panels…
to change the subject…
Ok, like just because The Bible says jesus is coming back and there is a heaven and there are angels, and suddenly you see a man who reminds you of jesus is suddenly pushed into your life by synchronicity and coincidence and ironically is simply explaining his take on Quantum Physics. But the closed down fundamentalists who don’t budge on their book can see that heaven is beyond their understanding and that angels, can also be called guides/
(by the way to the idiot that tried to comment on my blog about how he didn’t believed in spirit guides but instead believed in the bible and angels. What? Really? Dude, get a thesaurus. Science is talking about the same thing just using better vocabulary.And all kinds of people who believe in God, who have had near death experiences see tunnels of light. How are we not saying the same Ā thing!?)
And, if all the Christians keep saying Jesus is coming back and he did, how do they expect he should arrive? If he came through another vagina and said it was him, you would not believe him because your pea brain thinks he is coming back On a cloud coming down from the sky with trumpets. to be mean this time and only take you!? Whatever..
Plus he would still be a hippy so people wouldn’t listen and plus if the military saw something on the radar, they’d just send a drone to shoot him down again.
What if Jesus’s descendents are everywhere and the Bible has never been updated because he Church didn’t want anyone to know that he was not the only son of God. That he was mortal like us, but God like like him. And God forbid Jesus ever had sex! What if there are secrets left in hiding as to protect him and his this time from the very ones who are waiting for him only to condemn him/her again because they don’t believe it’s actually him? God Ā is everywhere because maybe MARY was pregnant and someone hid her away as we have all heard, and that the enlightened ones have his DNA?
Huh? where the hell was I?
See. That’s why I why I delayed the read. So if a tiny brain has gotten this far in this post, there is still a chance for you. Jesus could be a movie star or rock star or the homeless man in the street. The Bible is fine and I like the red words, but Jesus is already here, and some of him are hers and they keep quiet because like John Lennon said, “Lord, they gonna crucify me.” š¦ To quote some chapter with some man’s name, “Heaven is here on Earth.” Ā I found Deborah in the Bible. Apparently us Deborah’s love to kick ass and lead armys. That Ā peg her friend drove into that one guy’s head, maybe that was a metaphor to stop shrinks from lobotomizing our brains so we can’t see God or feel our intuition anymore because of these bad drugs.
Look in your pocket ya Bible thumper. I gave you a joint after you smoke it, look into your pocket again and you might see a tiny wormhole, and no that’s not a moth’s doing.
4. I forgot the most important reason: Quantum Entanglement. So I thought before I read it maybe romantic love or the overused soul mate term is actually science. Maybe we know one special soul through eternity but we don’t always find them when we reincarnate if we have to that is….that we make up a plan before we are born and come back to life kinda not remembering each other but feel some life long pull for something you think you choose before your got here and you both play hide and seek with each other, but don’t know your doing it. Sometimes these souls were our brothers, or sisters, or fathers. But souls who are in love, are forever in love in eternity I least that’s my wish.
That’s why I played pretended that I wished I was a theoretical theorist in this blog not knowing shit really. As I read I learned, Quantum Entanglement has to do with atoms and how they behave when separated by distance. I think it might have been Einstein that explained it like this. You take a pair of gloves. One glove is indigo and the other is green. You put each one in a separate package and send it to two people, maybe a man and a woman who have never met, at least in this life, time. They both know they are getting a package and they are separated by long distance…and they know it will be a glove, one will be blue and the other indigo. So the packages are both delivered at the same time and opened at the same moment, so at that exact time when the woman opens up her package and sees an indigo glove, she knows instantly that some man somewhere is opening Ā the other package of the pair and his glove is green. He also knows this of her. Can you call that telepathy? Einstein called it Spooky Action at a Distance. I admit, that whole diatribe just now could be completely, wrong. š
and the kicker..the scientists know that if one atom is spinning in one direction, at that moment they know exactly what the other atom is doing even though its far away. When I read that my heart started beating hard and I got really lucid and thought, true love must feel like that. And just after that thought I read a quote by a professor from Wales who waxed poetic in, in a Kaku’s book no less…..omg…that…
‘Quantum Entanglement, can be compared to two lovers who know each other so well, even though they are separated by great distance, know exactly what the other one is thinking.’
At that point I had to put that book down and stared out into nothingness and bliss. It was profound and a moment I will never forget… but oh so hard to believe but not really….I almost couldn’t breath. Instead of freaking out a bit, I tried to look at it like a child and thought maybe this is magic…..
…..oh well, whatever and went and got a cigar. Mind officially blown. It was suddenly so strange, that I had just been playing with that word for shits and giggles never bothered to google it or read that dam book I bought cheap on amazon.com. Michio Kaku, Parallel Worlds. (commercial)
…. and in the end realized I was a fucking genius for a moment and didn’t even know it!
Now I have a whole new problem, and it’s a tiny one. I think I got the package, but his got lost in the mail and and no one ever told him it was coming anyway because although I can feel someone, I don’t have confirmation from him because I know he didn’t get the package. By the way, I got a D in science so I’m sure I don’t have any clue what’s really going on, except I’ve been told I was hearing voices is bad, mmmmm k?
Maybe I will ring up the proper authorities and try to track his package. I have the tracking number. If he doesn’t get it, maybe it will arrive in the dimension that exists in that one shoe you always see on the side of the road. š
That’s when I will go back to God and wait for him to figure it out. God + Science = Peace
Here is something that might explain why Science and God can be friends.
It’s taken several weeks to get to this point but finally I reach the end..
….of what?
Battlestar Galactica.
Popping the cork on a lovely little bottle of Shiraz for the final three episodes, it may have taken me several years to jump on this bandwagon and strange since I don’t have a TV?
Where is this synchronistic signal coming from?.
….don’t know what happens yet, but in a few hours I will.
I celebrate my unwanted narcissistic hero Gaius Baltar still breaths nearby. Dr. Baltar and I would make a lovely pair as we can both appreciate the math involved with hyper-dimensional lovers.
So similar we are..clever, crazy and harem owners to boot. My harem is small compared to his as so far I have had only one flagship member.. EddieVedder20.
It twas not until I saw this Portlandia skit of Battlestar Galactica that peaked my curiosity.
Those bastards down in Portland have downloaded my deepest fears.
IFC must hold some sacred knowledge of my inter-dimensional consorts being that Yet another member of my multidimensional para physical harem has made a cameo appearance in a Portlandia skit. This phenomenon is largely indigenous to the Pacific Northwest and I apparently am not the only one picking up the dampened signal.
Vedder mocks me in my left brain…
Baltar’s whispers finally become audible in my right…..
(pssstt! over here. dump him darling. date me. I’m a nice Gaius AND a Dr. 2!)
Baltar laughs, responding directly to Vedder20.
“Sir, when we know what we are, then we can find the truth about others,
see what they are, the truth about them.
And you know what the truth is?
The truth about her?
About you?
About me?
Do you?
The truth is, she is perfect, just the way she is.
“You had me at the pinstrips.” …..so say us all…
Press Release:
“After a twenty year halo deck relationship with Vedder20, rumors have it that the 2 are now estranged as our lady fair has changed her name to WestSeattle8 and writing a new episode of Dr. Who with Pete Townshend.
She is currently seeking a grant to develop a juicer that will help her locate Baltar, as the HaloDeck she was previously using…was not programmed with the data regarding cannabis and it’s quantum atomsmashers that explain same sex marriage, spiraling string theory entanglements and where that one shoe on the side of the road came from.
Vedder20’s statement to the fact was “mumbled per usual.”
The lady stated that should Davy Jones reanimate himself and show up in a Portlandia skit, she will pursue legal action claiming…No to cacao.
I didn’t remake this photo from Portlandia, a friend did it for me.
I found this essay below about Eddie Vedder and it started me to think…..
I was wondering how all these women who love Eddie Vedder’s music, keep their boyfriends or husbands from being jealous of their attraction to the man’s art?
I’m sure there is a bunch of “man love” for Ed out there, but I found this essay by a guy named Jason who feels somewhat threatened by his girls “attraction” to Ed.
Of course if your relationship is bad, it’s bad anyway and anything could mess it up, I guess, including a singer song writer.
I can kind of see his point. Ā I found the following on the Pearl Jam message pit. Sorry Jason, I couldn’t ask permission, but it’s out there anyway. Interesting point made. Tongue and cheek?
I just like him because he is such a father figure, all women dig Eddie’s charismatic pull that’s humble at the same time. A view on life where he is on the woman’s side. Should a guy get upset about this? Apparently this Jason dude did. This guy might be British. He called us women, “birds.”
It’s not that Eddie’s perfect, he is just perfect at what he does.
Eddie Vedder is Trying To Cut Your Lunch
by Jason ?
2/12
“Brothers, Iām sad to report that Eddie Vedder has been trying to steal our girlfriends since early 1991. It dawned on me this morning while making breakfast for my girlfriend and I in the sunny kitchen of our home. The Pearl Jam song āBlackā came on the radio and the love-of-my-life immediately began singing softly along as she flipped through the morning paper. āSo what?ā You say.
Iāll tell you so what: besides āLike A Prayerā my girlfriendĀ doesn’tĀ know any songs! Sheās one of those peculiar people who donāt really take that much notice of music. She likes it, sure, and she can dance like Ginger Rogers; however, sheĀ doesn’tĀ catalogue bands, albums and tracks in her head like the rest of us do. SheĀ doesn’tĀ really care. So there she is, absentmindedly warbling along with Eddie: āI know someday youāll have a beautiful life, I know youāll be a sun in somebody elseās sky, but why, why, why canāt it be miiiiiiiiiiiine.ā And suddenly Iām struck with the chilling, revelatory horror that Mr. Vedder has been trying to make off with all our birds since he first came on the scene in 1991.
Letās deconstruct good olā Eddie, shall we? For a start, heās good-looking in that far-away-eyed, damaged man-boy way that girls really like. They think they can fix him, or, more accurately, he makes them think they can fix him. But they canāt; the big lug aināt even broke. Next: his deep-ass voice. What do we equate a deep voice with? Anyone? Anyone? Thatās right, a massive ___ . Why do you think James Earl Jones gets so much ___ ? Because he did all those Verizon commercials? Wrong. Itās because his deep baritone is directly proportionate to the length and girth of his wang. This is the reason Michael Cera has never pissed crooked in a strangerās bathroom; no one wants to make it with Mickey Mouse.
So heās got a deep voice and heās handsome; big deal, lotās of rock stars fit that description. They do, yes. But they donāt write lyrics like Eddie, do they? And this is the tent-pole that supports my entire hypothesis. Most rock stars write songs about falling in love or breaking up, ___ , fighting, whatever, but Eddie Vedder writes songs about women who are miserable and need to move on to something better. Take the song āWhy Goā from Pearl Jamās first album, Ten.
āShe seems to be stronger
But what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend
She could join the game
She could be another clone.ā
Granted, this song is about mental illness or something, but you have to read between the lines: Eddie is on her side. He can see how ātheyā are keeping her down, how ātheyā want her to be āweak.ā Who are ātheyā, you ask? Heās talking about every other man on earth besides his good, chivalrous self. Sound far-fetched? Okay, what about this sly piece of trickery from Pearl Jamās second album, Vs?
āShe holds the hand that holds her down.
She will rise above.
Don’t call me daughter, not fit toā¦ā
Thatās only the tiniest snippet of the song āDaughterā, but itās pretty obvious that Eddie is trying to brainwash our women into spurning their fathers (or father-figures) and running to him for paternal comfort. I mean, what the fuck is wrong this dude? Heās clever; Iāll give him that. Attacking the delicate and ambiguous arena of Father-Daughter relations is about as low as you can go, but letās face it, if youāre trying steal the heart of womankind you may as well begin at the bottom and work your way up, just like those delightful Hookworm larvae do.
If youāre not yet convinced that Eddie Vedder wants to pilfer your chick, this next piece of evidence from Vitalogy will certainly change your tune.
āWaitin’, watchin’ the clock, it’s four o’clock, it’s got to stop.
Tell him. Take no more. She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over…Pretends to sleep, as he looks her over.
She lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man…ā
Howās that last line? āShe lies and says she’s in love with him, can’t find a better man…ā Are you fucking kidding me? Heās planting that shit in your girlfriendās head right in front of you on prime-time radio! The bastard has imposed an international curfew on dudes! 4AM? Who hasnāt gone out and come home that late? You only have to do it once now, and sheāll get that song in her head and start looking for a āBetter Manā! And gee-whiz, I wonder who that better man is?
Piss off, Vedder. Iām watching you.”
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